Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Xiao Hailan left the attending physician's office, lost in thought as she walked.

She was wondering who Qin Dongyang was most likely to marry Mu Tiantian to.

The first person that comes to mind is Ling Jieyu!

She knew that Qin Dongyang and Ling Yakun had a very good relationship.

She had a good impression of Ling Yakun. Ling Yakun had a good relationship with Qin Dongyang and Fu Zhenlong back then, and they were known by the media as the "Three Musketeers of the Catering Industry".

After Qin Dongyang was maliciously reported by Fu Zhenlong, Ling Yakun chose to stand on Qin Dongyang's side, condemning Fu Zhenlong on Qin Dongyang's behalf, and even went so far as to announce a break with Fu Zhenlong.

Ling Jieyu is not married yet. Even if he had a girlfriend, Ling Yakun would probably make him break up with her and choose to marry Qin Dongyang instead...

Her intuition told her that this was very likely.

But what could she possibly do to stop it?

She just hoped that Ling Jieyu wouldn't like Tian Tian.

Given Ling Jieyu's unruly personality, Ling Yakun certainly couldn't force someone he didn't like.

Moreover, she believes that Sweetie is someone who is steadfast enough in her feelings.

She should believe in Tian Tian's love for her son.

Thinking this way made me feel much more at ease.

Before she knew it, she was back at the door of the ward. She glanced at her son's room, hesitated for a few seconds, and then pushed the door open and went in.

Uncle Zhong is no longer in the ward; Anan is still fast asleep.

She grabbed Fu Zhengting's hand, which felt somewhat cold to the touch.

I touched the blanket again; it was quite thick, so I shouldn't get cold while covered.

I don't know if my cold hands are due to my physical condition or an injury.

She went into the bathroom and saw new towels and a washbasin. She filled a basin with hot water and went out.

I dampened a towel, wrung it out, and used it to wipe Fu Zhengting's hands, hoping it would make my son warmer and more comfortable.

Fu Zhengting was still half asleep when Xiao Hailan wiped his hands, which woke him up.

But he didn't open his eyes.

He continued to pretend to be asleep, intending to observe secretly.

Anan, who was sleeping on the sofa, glanced at the scene with a complicated expression.

As a top student from the International Security Academy, he has a much higher level of awareness than ordinary people. He is very vigilant even when he is sleeping, and he noticed this as soon as Xiao Hailan came in.

The reason she didn't wake up and drive Xiao Hailan away was because she felt that Fu Zhengting needed maternal care at this time of injury.

Fu Zhengting had never experienced maternal love before, and now he would experience it.

For someone as proud and arrogant as Xiao Hailan to be able to set aside her dignity and pride like this shows that she has truly realized her problems.

Then we should give her a chance to make amends.

Although Uncle Zhong appeared indifferent to Xiao Hailan, he knew that Uncle Zhong shared the same thoughts as him.

Uncle Zhong must have gone back to the villa to cook porridge for Fu Zhengting. He left to give Xiao Hailan the opportunity to come in and keep Fu Zhengting company.

Both Uncle Zhong and he hoped that Fu Zhengting could receive maternal love.

If this injury can help Fu Zhengting forget the unpleasantness with his parents in the past and gain their love, then it might not be such a bad thing.

He closed his half-open eyes and continued to sleep.

Xiao Hailan was afraid of waking Fu Zhengting, and also afraid that A Nan would drive her away if he woke up, so she was very careful in her movements.

After wiping her hands, she wiped Fu Zhengting's face.

Looking at her son's outstanding features, even though he was injured and looked a little haggard, he still exuded an air of nobility, and she felt a great sense of pride.

Even without opening his eyes, Fu Zhengting could feel Xiao Hailan staring at his face.

He felt very uncomfortable and unwell all over.

I almost couldn't help but open my eyes.

But in the end, he held back; he didn't know why, but he was a little afraid to face it.

Perhaps it's because they have no memory of the people around them and feel unfamiliar with them, or perhaps it's for some other reason.

I could faintly hear footsteps.

He cautiously opened his eyes a crack and, through his blurry vision, saw Xiao Hailan finally get up and carry water into the bathroom.

Pretending to be asleep is too uncomfortable.

He prayed silently that the woman would leave soon.

When Xiao Hailan finished pouring the water and came out, he closed his eyes slightly.

To his disappointment, Xiao Hailan stayed by his bedside.

He was a little hungry, his stomach felt empty, and he really wanted to eat something.

However, he heard the doctor's instructions: he couldn't eat too much yet, and could only have IV drips or liquid food.

Forget about eating, even breathing slightly makes his head ache terribly.

Eating requires keeping your mouth open the whole time; just thinking about it makes me feel pain.

Never mind, I'll go back to sleep.

If I sleep more, my head won't hurt as much.

He didn't care when Xiao Hailan left, and gradually relaxed and fell asleep.

Xiao Hailan touched Fu Zhengting's hand again, and it wasn't so cold anymore. She smiled with satisfaction.

Whenever I have free time, I can't help but let my mind wander.

Thinking about Mu Tiantian's situation, I can't help but wonder if she's with Ling Jieyu right now.

On Ling Jieyu's side.

He's still busy at the company.

Remembering his father's words, after finishing his work, he asked his secretary to cancel the dinner appointment for the evening and left work promptly at 5:30.

After leaving the company and getting into the car, he made a point of sending a message to his elderly father to let him know that he had finished get off work and was heading to the Qin family home immediately.

Ling Yakun kept a close eye on his phone, and when he saw his son send a message so conscientiously and punctually, he smiled with the loving satisfaction of an old father.

He smiled and sent three thumbs-up emojis, then replied: "[My dear son, you're so good! Dad's looking forward to your and Ruohan's wedding!]"

Ling Jieyu smiled speechlessly when he saw his father's reply.

The old father had far too much faith in him; he hadn't even made a move yet, and the old father was already thinking about attending the wedding.

He wasn't determined to win; he treated it as a game to challenge himself.

After passing the traffic light, he sped up.